27 November 2013
6:20 AM
Yet
another day in the crazy house
Awake since 5:00
AM sleep is no longer imperative. Listening to NPR morning news,
there is a quiet knock at the door – the sign that a staff member
is outside intending on entry. The knock, subtle as it is, the knock
alleviates the surprise factor of someone barging into the room.
After an evening that has been for the most part a quiet interlude of
rest and restoration. This time the knock was followed by one of my
least admired CENAs entering the room. She announced, “Good
Morning” in the flattest tone of voice that one could imagine. The
felt sense that arose was one of just going through the motions
without any investment of ones self. We have all experienced this. It
is the tone used by insolent youths who have the need to make a
statement and yet unwilling to be open and own the comments they
make.
This is nothing
new from this CENA, she has demonstrated a continued unhappy exchange
with me in the past. In one discussion from the past about the lack
of CENAs signing in on the white board in my room, I made the comment
that it was interesting to note the sign-in behavior slowly drain
away to the current state of no one telling, even verbally, if they
were the assigned CENA working with me today. Her immediate response
was that such things were not her fault. She offered that her toddler
daughter always used her markers, bought for work, and then left the
caps off, so they would dry out. I surmised that she could buy some
markers and leave them in the glove compartment in her locked car.
“Oh no”, she countered, “She would get into that.”
I ask, “So who
is in charge of your household, the toddler?” she surely didn't
like this observation. I am continually amazed at the adolescent
quality that some of these CENAs insist on using. They show the need
to be grown up even if it puts them into a logically compromising
position. It is the standard I-am-too-grown-up. The fact that they
may be parents does nothing to boost their cache, it only shows that
it is possible for children to beget children. Others show an amazing
ability to always want to be right and correct. This reminds me of
being back in the court system where I was years ago, dealing with
youthful offenders. The behavior is remarkably the same.
There are other
CENAs who celebrate their youthfulness, who try to go about their
duties with the refreshing antics that only 20 somethings can do, I
do enjoy interacting with them. Many of them, in turn, seem to enjoy
interacting with me as can be seen by their numerous inquiries of me
and my life.
But today's CENA
has shown herself to constantly a dark cloud whenever she enters my
presence. She radiates a dark attitude, a sense of just doing what
needs to be done and nothing more. There are times when I wish I
could be surrounded by more positive staff members, being subjected
to such individuals as today's CENA goes a long way toward coloring
my tendency to drift into depression.
I was questioned
the other day by the facility Social Worker as to a standard
orientation questionnaire. I am oriented to place and time properly,
when he asked if I was depressed I smart assed replied, “You bet I
am, I just love losing all of the emotional, physical and
intellectual choices to a bunch of people who are too busy to even
get to know me, and yet the believe that they know enough about me to
make decisions about me without even asking for my input. I find that
completely an institutionalized form of dehumanizing behavior.” Its
one thing to lose the physical ability to stand or walk on ones own,
I can grow used to that. What I have difficulty with is
institutionally being rendered less than human. I don't believe that
any medication is designed for me to take that changes the behavior
of others. It just doesn't make sense.
Watch out the Red
Queen is due anytime soon.
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